The feeling behind this is very appealing, Lawrence. I'm pulling words and
thinking about this:
Snow in the air
will not come
clouds
swung like stout beech trunks
gather
weight whitened
consciousness
will not fall here
On Tue, Apr 2, 2013 at 11:15 AM, Lawrence Upton
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>
> There is snow in the air;
> and yet it will not come,
> clouds carrying on over –
>
> swung like stout beech tree trunks
> gathered together, roped
> securely as one: high –
>
> an enormous weight, whitening
> upon the consciousness;
> but it will not fall here
>
>
>
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